I look down and see my grandchildren before me. I look down and do not see children.
I look down and see the jewels of heaven before my eyes,
Not stones dug from the deep earth but jewels sent from the lord our God in heaven.
No finer jewels on earth may man find then these that lay before me.
Not heat and pressure from the dirty earth was these jewels made but made
by the God of Abraham his self. No pharaoh of Egypt or king of Europe could have
such a treasure. A treasure guarded by the angels of heaven sent by our lord him self.
I see the treasure of heaven before me and sent to me from heaven.
Comments about this poem (grandchildren by Timothy Honeycutt )
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